Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Canada and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.